"Are you okay?" I ask Elena from the doorway. Peering further into her room, I notice the mess that has accumulated over the last week and a half. The good thing about finally having our own rooms in this rented house is that we all get our own space, time to be alone when it's needed.

"No." She admits from her bed.

"Have you heard from Kyle?"

"No." She scoffs. "And I don't want to."

"E." I say, walking in and perching on the end of the double bed. "I know he treated you badly." I admit, "But you were together for eight months. You can't just switch off your feelings."

"I've got bigger fish to fry!" She snaps.

"Like what?" I ask and she rolls away, her eyes pinned to the wall. "E?" I press.

"I'm late." She admits softly, turning back towards me as I feel my heart stop.

"Your period?"

"No, my monthly subscription to Playboy." She retorts. "Yes, my period."

"Have you..." I trail off. "Taken a test?"

"Hell no!" She exclaims, jumping off of her bed. "You think I want to know?"

"I think you need to know." I comment and she rolls her eyes. "Stay here." I mutter before walking across the hallway to my room. Opening my closet I pull out the small box under my clothes before returning to Elena. "Here!" I hold it out to her.

"What?" She hisses, grabbing it quickly. "You just have your own supply of pregnancy tests?"

"I got one after Brett and I had sex." I shrug, slouching down on the bed. "It was the smart thing to do. I'm prepared."

"Of course you are." She smirks.

"Take it." I encourage her. She shakes her head. "E. You have to know." I point out. "I'm here for you." I remind her and she slowly nods.

"What if it isn't Kyle's?" She says quietly. Wait, what?

"Why wouldn't it be his?" I question, glancing down at her as she bites her lip.

"Pete and I..."

"Pete?" I exclaim, "The guy you met last week."

"Yeah." She shrugs.

"You had sex with him?"

"I wanted to forget about Kyle!"

"I knew I should have followed you when you left."

"Hey!" She objects, "I was the one who wanted it." She insists and I shake my head. She was vulnerable and I should have followed her straight away, not waited until the morning after the party to comfort her.

"Go take the test." I nod towards the bathroom and she gives in, slouching off towards the bathroom.

I sit back on her bed, resting against the wall as I bite my lip, slightly terrified about the result for my eccentric, tanned little roommate. Staring up at her poster clad wall I bite the inside of my cheek, the nerves eating me up from the inside. I can't even imagine how she's feeling right now, how she'll cope if it's positive. Will she have to drop out of college, go back home...

I'm interrupted by her reappearing in the doorway, slightly pale as she walks back over.

"Well...?"

"I have to wait three minutes." She mutters, placing the stick down between us on the bed.

"Hey y'all!" A sudden squeal sounds out as Polly appears in the door frame, sunglasses on top of her head, shoes in her hand. She's been out all night.

"Hey Polly."

"Time ta' get me some sleep!" She grins, "Don't forget tha' party we're hosting on Friday." She reminds us and I notice Elena throw her blanket over the top of the stick to hide it.

"How could I when you never let us?" I retort, stepping off of the bed. Polly grins.

"Y'all signed up for this when ya decided to getta house wit' me." She snorts and I sigh. She's right. "Is Louise up?"

"She went to work about an hour ago." I retort and Polly groans.

"Damn it. I gotta ask her if she'll come to tha' party tonight." She scowls, "Will either of you come?"

"No." I reply, crossing my arms as Elena shakes her head.

"Fine." Polly relents, pushing away from the door frame. "If you need me I'll be upstairs dreamin' of Friday." She calls out as she disappears from view. Turning back to Elena I see that she is glaring down at the blanket, her eyes narrowed.

"You ready?" I ask and she shakes her head. Reaching forward I grab hold of her hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze before I yank the blanket back, revealing the small stick that contains the result of the next eighteen years of her life.

It's positive.

*~*~*

"Hey!" I smile at Brett as the doors to the elevator open, revealing his slightly on edge expression.

"Come in." He smiles, seemingly relaxing as soon as he sees me.

"Thanks." I grin, taking a step into the elegant apartment, bracing myself for what's to come.

"Savannah!" Alice exclaims, barrelling down the corridor and throwing herself into my arms.

"Hey Alice!" I greet as she steps back, a huge smile on her face.

"Can I show you the presents I got last week for my birthday?" She asks and I nod.

"Of course!"

"Come on Savvie!" She exclaims with a squeal. Sorry, what?

"Savvie?" I mouth to Brett as she drags me away. He laughs as I narrow my eyes at him before he disappears out of sight. He knows how much I hate that nickname. Why would he start this?

I swear it's out with one awful nickname and in with the next faster than you can say Savannah.

*~*~*

Dinner is a sombre affair, everyone silent as we eat. I feel the death stares that George shoots me down the table as I silently shovel the food into my mouth as gracefully as I can. My mind is elsewhere this evening, worrying about Elena back at the house. We booked her a hospital appointment for Friday and I promised to go with her. She insisted that I still go out tonight after I promised Brett that I would suffer this dinner with his parents too.

Right now I'm not sure why.

"Are you okay Savannah?" Olivia asks.

"Oh, yes."

"Are you sure, you look..."

"She said she was fine Olivia." George snaps. "Let her eat." He finishes and she looks back down at her dinner. Yes, please let me eat in this horrible silence for even longer.

"I showed Savannah my new iPad." Alice grins and I nod. This kid is so lucky.

"Why?" George asks.

"I wanted her to see my presents."

"I'm sure Savannah has better things to do than have you shove your expensive presents in her face." George lectures.

"I really didn't mind!" I insist. "I was happy to see them."

"You don't need to lie Savannah." George snaps.

"What is your problem?" Brett explodes, slamming his cutlery down on the table and jumping up.

"Nothing." George retorts through his teeth.

"Brett, sit down love." Olivia tries, reaching a hand out to him.

"All you do is sit there and make digs about Savannah." Brett snaps, "I'm fed up of it."

"I wasn't making any 'dig'." His Father snorts. "Please excuse me." He stands up suddenly, his chair scraping back as he leaves the room. Olivia quickly follows and Alice rolls her eyes, sliding down from the table and running off, away from the drama.

"Brett?" I say softly, standing up and walking around the table towards him.

"Let's get out of here." He mutters, grabbing hold of my hand. "I'm just going to go and find Alice to make sure she's okay." He smiles, leaning in and placing a kiss on my forehead.

"Okay." I smile at him before he turns and leaves me in the extravagant room. Sighing slightly I gaze up at the painting on the wall behind Brett's chair, an elderly woman dressed up to the nines glaring down at me with disgust. I wonder if this is why I get seated across the other side of the table every time I'm here. To feel the glare from this ridiculous portrait that is probably worth millions.

Wanting to get out of here as fast as possible I stand up and walk towards the other door, in the direction of what I assume is the kitchen, hopeful that I'll find a maid to help me find my coat. Who knows where they hide them in this enormous apartment. Their coat closet is probably bigger than mine and Elle's entire apartment.

Walking down the dimly lit corridor I stop suddenly at the sound of two heated voices up ahead, just around the corner.

"I don't want her here!" Brett's Father exclaims. Is he talking about me?

Well, obviously Savannah, he's hardly talking about Alice. Seriously, sometimes I wonder how I ever made it to college.

"She is Brett's..."

"She is Brett's nothing! He has a new one every few months." He snaps, cutting Olivia off.

"George!"

"What? You think this girl is going to be different?" He retorts and I grimace, swallowing the lump in my throat.

"Maybe! He looks happy!"

"He's in her pants. That's all he cares about." George laughs satanically and I bite my lip, my eyes filling with water. It's lies, right?

"George! Don't you dare!"

"He can do better than that girl Olivia." He declares and I feel my heart sink further into my stomach. "And I'll be damned if I see my son shack up with someone like that."

Taking a step back I quickly turn around, anxious to get out of here before either of them spot me and think I've been snooping. Even though I kind of have...

Someone like that? Like what? Just because they have money doesn't mean they're any better than me? Does it? What else have I done to insult them - why else would they want me out of this family?

Walking back out into the entrance hall I spot Brett, a mass of fabric in his arms as he smiles. I grin back, attempting to hide my emotions under a thick layer of pretence.

"I got your coat." He gestures and I swiftly take it from his hands, pushing my arms through and pulling it on.

"Thanks."

"You okay?" He asks and I briefly glance back up at him.

"Yeah!" I nod, "You ready?"

"Of course." He exclaims, grabbing hold of my hand. "Alice has locked herself away in her room but she wanted me to say bye. Let's get out of here." He mutters, gently leading me into the elevator.

Once we reach the parking lot I slip into his car, him taking a seat next to me and effortlessly pulling out onto the road. We ride in silence, neither of us sure what to say to the other, both content in our own thoughts.

Before long he stops outside my house, turning off his engine before turning to face me, reaching into his jacket and pulling out a box.

"I want to give you something." He says softly and I raise my eyebrows.

"You do?"

"Here." He hands over the small white box and I look down at it, unsure of what to say as I slowly open it. A small silver necklace with a glittering heart shaped pendant stares back at me, sparkling as it catches the light. Whoa! They better not be real diamonds.

"Brett!" I squeal slightly, "I love it."

"You do?" He asks, looking down at the box in my hands nervously.

"I do!" I smile, "But this is way too expensive!" I object.

"No it isn't." He argues. "Please, just accept it." He continues pleadingly and I gaze into his eyes, seeing the slight torment running through his expression at my rejection. Looking back down at the exquisite jewellery I bite my lip before finally giving in, knowing that Brett needs this one victory tonight. Plus, it is gorgeous.

I smile, handing him the chain and lifting my hair to let him fasten it around my neck. I feel the cold silver fall against my skin before I turn back around to face him.

"How does it look?"

"It would look better if it was the only think you were wearing." He shrugs and I laugh, slapping him on the arm. "I'm sorry about my Dad." He mutters, "I don't know what his problem is."

"Don't worry about it." I force a smile, reaching up and grabbing hold of the scruff of his neck, pulling his face to meet mine. "As long as you like me, I'm happy." I shrug.

"Oh, I more than like you." He assures, quickly grabbing hold of my legs and lifting me over to straddle him as I squeal, him laughing in my ear. Our lips meet as soon as I land in his lap, a clash of tongues battling each other, clearly both full of need after the interaction with his parents.

Tearing his mouth away from mine he descends to my neck and plants a harsh kiss there that's bound to leave a mark.

"Brett!" I let out.

"Yes baby?" He replies and I respond by arching my lower region against his hardened erection. He moans, raising his mouth back to mine.

I let my hands trail down his chest, feeling his breath hitch as I dip below his waistband. I quickly rip open the buttons on his jeans and reach down, wrapping my hand around his length. His grip on my waist tightens and I smirk into his mouth before beginning to move my hand up and down, pumping harder and faster.

"Sav..." He groans, his head falling back against the seat, eyes shut as he begins to let his hands wander up my body towards my breasts. I suddenly let go, jumping back onto my seat before he can comprehend what's happening.

"I'll message you." I grin, before quickly opening the car door and getting out as he curses. That's right, it's time for the player to get played with a little!

Shooting him a small wave he shakes his head at me, a smirk on his lips before he pulls away, disappearing down the street in his black sports car.

Making my way inside the house I dump my coat at the bottom of the stairs, my organisation and tidiness getting worse every second I spend at college, living with Polly and Elena not helping one bit. After kicking my shoes off I walk up the stairs and make my way to Elena's door.

"Elena?" I say softly, pushing the door open. My eyes fall onto her small figure, curled up in a ball at the edge of the room, tissues surrounding her as she sobs. I knew I shouldn't have left her. Running over I grab hold of her, wrapping my arms around and pulling her into my chest.

"I-I can't do th-this." She sobs, "I can't be a Mother."

My heart breaks for her.

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